7. My very best friend

7

My very best friend

Anita

M y Duckie wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking like I just gave him a present by letting him eat me out. I suddenly realize, for all we’ve shared today, I still don’t know his name.

“Who are you?”

He chuckles. “That good, huh?”

“No, I mean, what’s your name?”

“Oh.” He sits up. “Oh, I should have told you that right away. Sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I guess I liked you calling me Duckie.” There’s a blush along his neck and ears. “But my real name is Drake.”

“Drake,” I try it out. “I like it. It's not too far off from Duckie, actually. But I agree, I like calling you my Duckie better.” My hand clamps over my mouth. “Oh shit, that wasn’t what I meant. I mean, you’re not my Duckie.”

“I could be. If you want me to be.” He crawls up my body, leaving kisses along my skin as he does. “I kind of like the thought of being yours.”

With his face inches from mine, I lick my lips. “W-what do you mean?”

“Your Duckie. Your plaything. Your confidante. Your… boyfriend.”

“Isn’t it too soon for that?” I bite my bottom lip, gnawing on the tender skin.

“Do you think it is?” He pulls my lip from between my teeth.

I’ve shared more with him in the last twenty-four hours than any of the men I dated in the past. And some of those relationships lasted years. I’ve gotten a good sense of who he is, too. Enough to know we have a lot of things in common, and I want to know more.

Shaking my head slowly, I whisper, “I don’t think it’s too soon.”

“Good.” His lips are on mine in an instant, consuming me completely, tongue diving into my mouth.

I gasp when we break apart. “My Duckie knows how to kiss.”

“Your boyfriend knows how to do a lot of things.” He winks mischievously. “And he’s utterly and completely at your service.”

“Is that so?” I push his chest, prompting him to roll onto his back.

“Play with me, bubble.” His gaze is heated and full of desire as I climb on top of him. “Use me. Let me be your toy to command and control.”

Fuck. I’m normally not very dominant in bed, or very vocal, but he has this way of bringing out the side of me I keep hidden and locked away. The side only my Rubber Duckie gets to see. But he’s not a Rubber Duckie right now. He’s all man, and he’s mine.

I rub myself along his length, loving the way his tip teases my clit. His hands glide up my stomach to my breasts. Kneading the tender flesh before tormenting my nipples. He plucks them both, pulling before letting them snap back. I feel it straight down to my aching center.

“Can I… are you…Do you want…?” I gasp as he does it again, at the same time as his cock rubs my clit.

“I want you to do whatever you want to me, bubble. I think I already made that clear.”

I stop moving, needing to think straight. “Do you have a rubber?”

He laughs. “Well, I could shift if you want, but no, I don’t have much of anything, remember?” He waves a hand at his naked body.

“Are you…?” I always hate having this conversation, but I know it’s important, so I suck in a breath and spit out, “Are you clean?”

“As clean as a rubber duck after a bath.”

When I just stare at him, he smooths my hair out of my face. “Yeah, bubble, I’m clean. If I had my phone, I’d show you. But if you don’t want to risk this, I understand. There will be other times. I have every intention of treating my girlfriend right.” Another wink, and I know he’s telling the truth. If I said I wanted this to stop, or said I wanted him to just go back down on me, he would.

“I’m clean too, and I have an IUD.” I give him a soft kiss and speak right against his lips. “Come inside me.”

Reaching between us, I line him up, maintaining eye contact as I lower myself down on him. We both roll our eyes back and say, “Fuuuck.”

Laughing at our synchronized cursing, I move, rolling my hips, driving him into that spot I want him, taking what I need just like he told me to.

“Touch yourself,” he says through gritted teeth.

“You okay, there?” I tease.

“Right as rain, bubble, but I’m… not… gonna… last long.” Panting breaths heave out of his chest. “You feel so damn good.”

The way he’s looking at me shoots my pleasure higher, and I work myself over his length a little faster. When he props himself up and bites my nipple, I overflow. Bliss pours through my body, dousing every cell as I come.

He finishes just after me, his whole body spasming as he thrusts up and spills himself inside me. His warm release is a flood against my womb. It feels like someone turned on a faucet and it just keeps coming, filling me so full it drips out around where we’re joined.

Tender amazement fills his expression as his gaze comes back into focus and lands on my face. We stay like that for a minute, just looking at each other. Then, he lifts me off him and eases me down onto the bed, kissing me one more time before he scoops me up and carries me back into the bathroom.

I only have a second of hesitation before I sit down and pee in front of him. He grins at me the whole time, like he knows exactly how rare it is for me to be this vulnerable with someone. When I get up, he lifts the seat, relieves himself, and closes the lid before washing his hands.

Together, we make our way back to bed. It’s well into the afternoon now and we haven’t eaten, so he orders food—insisting on paying. Apparently, he has his credit card number memorized for just such an occurrence as having to shift and ending up stranded somewhere without his wallet or his clothes.

We eat pizza in bed and watch an episode of Friends, The One With a Chick and a Duck . It seemed appropriate.

When we hear Haley come home from work, I find Drake a pair of sweatpants. He can barely pull them up over his beautiful ass, but he’s a good sport about it and doesn’t complain as he squeezes himself into my clothes. He also makes no move to leave, which I’m grateful for. I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.

Once we’ve shared a pizza with Haley, and she’s said goodnight and gone to her room to pack, Drake says the words I’ve been dreading. “I guess I should go.”

“Oh, um,” I tuck my hair behind my ear and speak to the floor. “Do you have to?”

He tugs me close. “I might have time for one more bath.”

He’s on me in a splash, shoving me against the wall, and kissing me like he hasn’t seen me in weeks. One bath turns into him shifting and me using his beak to get myself off, which turns into him ravishing me in my bed, and drifting to sleep in each other’s arms.

I think I might be falling in love with this man.